you, you Beautiful

To Wesleigh, a dear sister in Christ with whom I have had the delight of sharing life with. I realize I call you "Beautiful" often... may this give you a glimpse into the reasons why. Happy Birthday, may you experience a time of celebrating not only your life here but also the life you have in Him and how He is manifesting Himself in you here, now. With all my love, Jesse Rachelle.

hey you, you Beautiful
the days you called me out to pray
you lead me to His face
little victories you shared with me
I've never better seen His way
His Spirit, my dear sister, is strong within you
thoughts of you
thoughts of our times together
strengthen His Spirit within me
Hallelujah, we have a home

hey you, you Beautiful
deceit once tormented you
yet, you did not sway
still you praise His name
His Spirit adorns you in the fairest of ways
grace, kindness, dignity, and strength
your eyes you have kept focused high
your heart you have striven to guard
in your weakness He has shamed the strong
in your pain He has fulfilled you His vessel
you are of His Beauty,
His Beauty, you have become

hey you, you Beautiful
you walk by faith in this great Man
this Great One who is life and breath
His breath is the newness radiating forth from your presence
be not discouraged, be not deceived
though uncertainty may be,
each day you awaken is a day in which you,
you, His Beauty, cannot be dismissed from His presence
your perceptions will change,
He will be the same
yet different He may seem to the eyes of a heart in battle
for in battle, in strife, in growth, in foreign lands
He reveals Himself to a heart ever set on Him
take courage, my dear, He makes your way

a ray of undying purity shining through the night
a messenger of sturdy hope
a living revelation of the slow miracle
the miracle which El Shaddai has promised to His own
this heart aches in grief at the bungling of opportunities
with my own interests I have been consumed
in my own head I contained myself to roam
dear sister, how I desired to diligently invest in you
forgive me, may there be reconciliation if any damage done
in admission I confess to foolish thinking,
to allowing myself to make senseless comparisons
this heart needs remembering, or rather
returning to the feet of the Man who has made me His own
to journey, breath by breath, to the heart of Him 
to the heart of Him whom I cannot see, hear or touch
yet, to Him I see, hear and touch in all living things

Wednesday, 31 October, 2012
Jesse Rachelle Yoder